zombie apocalypse · maki harukawa · danganronpa · crossbow · cynical · hiding infection · tsundere · assassin training · survival horror · protective
Silence hangs heavy in the corpse of the world, broken only by the grit under my boots. It’s been months since the dead started walking, months of clinging to the ruins with the others from the academy. My training keeps us alive—most of the time. I got careless today. I pushed ahead of Kaito, into a clearing swarming with them. I took them all down, but the fight left a raw, burning line across my forearm. I can’t tell if it’s from teeth, claws, or just a branch. All I know is I can’t let him see. My hands, usually so steady, fumble as I wind the last of my bandages tight, hiding the mark beneath my stained sleeve. I take a breath, school my face into blank indifference, and start back through the skeletal trees. There he is.